But it was like a dance across a field strewn with razors, and I bled with every step I took.

You ever have that feeling? Like you’ve known someone your whole life but you don’t know them at all.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.

His face held a certain impassivity; you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.